Thursday, May 31, 2018

One, Two...

My first time, I didn't know what to expect. A chorus of angels singing hallelujah, perhaps. Or maybe even a high-five from Jesus. Instead, I stared at the ceiling, counting cracks.

early spring
some flowers bloom
before others


Parallel Lines

In my entire adult life, I've never been single. Heck, I've never even lived alone. At the age of 18, I switched hands from one older man to another - perhaps a gentleman's agreement to take care of "the wild one." Maybe it's the cold rain. Or the colder grip of aging. But I wonder how many pieces of my identity I've lost over the years, scattered between drops of still-falling rain.

I shift my gaze
to the west

*Published in Haibun Today, vol 12 no 2